Saturday, February 06, 2016

Saturday Sidesplitters, not

There was a joke in late 70s or maybe early early 80s where a gay man stated that his mother made him a homesexual. The riposte was, if I give her the wool will she make me one too? Very droll.

I read something recently that amused me. I am not sure of the outcome but the plan was brilliant.

Sydney Water Board employees were digging up the road outside Sydney University. Some students rang the police and told them a group of students disguised at Water Board workers, were digging up the road and disrupting traffic.

The students then rang Sydney Water Board and told the company that a group of students disguised as police would soon arrive to disrupt their work.

I guess they then just sat back and watched the fun unfold. Sounds rather like an urban myth to me and of course it could have happened anywhere in the world.

I did once watch an Italian movie where people dressed as road workers dug a huge hole in the middle of a street, causing quite some disruption. They were not proper workers and I forget their motives, but the movie seemed to indicate that Italian bureaucracy was quite unable to deal with the matter, as responsibility was passed from one department to another.

Speaking of urban myths, Twitter was awash in Melbourne with a seagull story. A man was sitting on the Frankston Station train platform eating fish and chips. Just as a train's doors were closing, the man threw a handful of chips into the train carriage and of course the seagulls dived on them, the train doors closed and much to consternation of passengers in the train, seagulls flapped, crapped and generally panicked in the train carriage until the next station.

I do like a good urban myth. There are many of them.





Friday, February 05, 2016

I love the smell of diesel in the morning

Sometimes these videos are like watching paint dry and run for an excessive time and at times it is only because the engines just take forever to start. Speakers on for this brief yet tense clip. Will the engine catch? 1:05


Thursday, February 04, 2016

Vale Richard James

Back in the days when we went out at night, at The Greyhound (hotel) we would at times see the Baroness of Balaclava. He was an active person in the gay community and did many good works.



I chatted to him once at the Greyhound Hotel, another time at a restaurant and we also ran into him at the gay resort Turtle Cove, north of Cairns. Hmm, where's Carol btw? 

He was far from a young man when we kind of knew him and probably started drag a little be too late in life, nevertheless, he was always friendly and pleasant.

This tribute was in our local council newsletter.

Wednesday, February 03, 2016

Australia Day Pt 1

If you don't like photos of cars, then be elsewhere. It was quite warm, so I put upon my head my Surfers Paradise bought straw hat in a way too late attempt to protect my scalp from the sun. It was only a three stops on the tram, but we were conserving our energy to visit the annual Australia Day Royal Automobile Club of Victoria car display. It has grown heaps since the last time we visited, about ten years ago.

A nice looking EJ or EH Holden made by General Motors Holden, GMH. Pity it is spoilt by silly wheels.


An MG.


Not sure but clearly an American car and very flashy. The number on the side says 442, which I assume is the cubic inch capacity of the engine. That's a pretty big motor. Later, I have checked and I believe it is an Oldsmobile and the 442 means four barrel carburettor, four speed manual gear box and 2 exhaust pipes. Its engine capacity was 330 cubic inches.


Japan Inc was not as sophisticated as it now is when several decades ago it launched the Nissan Cedric in Australia. It was quite a refined car compared to our models back then but Nissan missed the nuances of the name Cedric, which is perhaps the easiest name in the world to say with a lisp. That it is a classic collectible is no surprise to me.


While my heart was hopeful of seeing this sort of car everywhere on the streets of New York last year, my head was not and my head was right.


This Anglia has very nice lines.


Want to see under the bonnet? The engine is tiny. In contrast to the American car above at 330 cubic inches, this might be about 50.


Did they really paint Ford Roadsters in this colour?


I think once before we had a conversation about a name for this seat. I'll take the name Mother uses for it, a dickie seat but rumble seat is also familiar to me.


What is the fine upright beast?


A Talbot Doctor's Coupe! Does that mean only a doctor could own it? Was a medical kit built into somewhere? A hook on which to hang as stethoscope?


The slightly chunky daddy seems very interested in the stilt walkers.


I am not sure who the band is, but they were playing very loud Australian themed rock music. A Cold Chisel song and an ACDC song were to be heard, at least.


This one I don't have to google. Along with Rover and Wolesley, Humbers are one of my favourite cars. This one is a Series 2 Super Snipe and she is in fine condition.


A two tone Vanguard. Even looking at the original photo, I can't work out the model.


Just as we arrived at a small critter display, including snakes in aquarium tanks, a 21 gun salute began at Government House and the formerly sleepy Barking Owl was wide awake and I think a little alarmed. There were some dingoes in a cage nearby and they too suddenly came to life.


A DeSoto (sic) Suburban. The parents of a childhood friend owned a slightly older one and I remember it had an electric heating element mounted with suction cups at the bottom of the windscreen for demisting and to turn the tail lights on, you had to operated a push pull switch at the back on the outside of the car. This one is a bit of a don't mess with me look about it.


A Studebaker. Odd name for a car really. I remember the Lark model. This may well be the Hawk.


Pity this is out of focus. It is a brave two tone colour combination but I think it works. Oh yes, I think it is a Nash.


The steering wheel centre says Nash, anyway. It is a nice dash, but whose idea was the ugly tachometer? You don't need to know how many revolutions the engine is making and the cigarette lighter is clearly not original. Maybe the original was victim to a Monsieur Hulot act, where after unsuccessfully trying to light his pipe with matches, he used the car lighter and just like he had with the dead matches, threw it out the window.



The first car we owned that I can remember as a child, an FJ Holden Special. Special meant that it had carpet, heating of sorts, and strap handles. It also had vacuum operated windscreen wipers which were quite perverse because the faster you went, the slower the wipers went. The would wipe very fast at idling.


It did not come with indicators and only one centrally mounted tail/stop light. Note the sun visor, the venetian shades and the rubber stone protector on the rear mudguard.


Thunderbird!


I wasn't watching but R said a man was in the car and from that centrally mounted box, he removed a 45 speed record from what must be a record player. If my memory of record players is correct, it must be difficult for the stylus to stay on the record when the car is in motion.


Another FJ Holden, this one in the colours of our family car. I was about to take a photo of the front when I realised  I would be capturing an old lady in the passenger seat munching on sandwiches.


We took a break from cars for a cold drink as those leading the Australia Day Parade returned to wherever.


Almost at the end of the parade now. Have I ever mentioned I find Sikh men intriguing and mysterious.


This was the second group of bagpipe players, heard long before they arrived.


A Dodge with a huge engine bay but probably doesn't go any faster than a current VW Golf, but maybe it has the same fuel consumption as a VW Golf. We'll never know.


The name Cadillac speaks luxury to me.


A Ford Mercury. I  know because I took a close up photo below.


Interesting supplementary lights.


Another Cadillac, black and menacing.


A Rambler Classic. I can remember these being on the street.


A gorgeous Austin 7 with the ever so suitable name, Clementine.


I remember this model too, a Chrysler Royal.


Part 2 will be a bit more varied with fewer cars.

Monday, February 01, 2016

Muscial Monday (without music)

River is quite consistent with her Musical Monday. I am not. I've been looking at old cars, many of them American. I don't think I saw a Chevrolet so I can't break into song with 'drove my Chevvy to the levee but the levee was dry'.

In my head I went through the lyrics I could remember. You didn't really want me to post a YT clip of the song did you?

Bye bye Miss American Pie
Drove my Chevvy to the levee but the levee was dry
And good all boys drinking whisky and dry (or is that rye? Scotch whiskey mixed with rye whiskey sounds delicious but a headache the day after)
(appropriately perhaps) This will be the day that I die.

I wonder if there is more to this song than what seems to be nonsense lyrics. I perhaps understand Bye bye Miss American Pie. As American as apple pie? The loss of the American dream?

But the rest of the lyrics? Over to you Jac and Strayer.

Sunday, January 31, 2016

Sunday Selections

Joining in with River and others in Sunday Selection.

We had a lovely yum cha last Sunday. I am not that fond of dumplings, which I feared would be all we would get but no, it was a set menu with a great variety of dishes served rather than from the cart. A friend organised the lunch using a discount website. I can certainly recommend Potsticker for yum cha.

Afterwards R and took a walk in nearby Caulfield Park and I was surprised to come across geese in the lake. I only had my phone with me. Here is a rotunda of substance.


The water is not exactly sparkling blue, is it.


A hopeful approach for food.


None forthcoming.


One by one they jumped out of the water. Suddenly a huge commotion was underway with much honking and flapping of wings, which I was too slow to catch with the camera.


No human freebie food, so we will have to find our own. They gouge a a little trench with their beaks to search for whatever they can find to eat.